Chapter 9

“Votre .” The guard at the door of the club held out a hand for me.

“What?” I asked.

“Votre identifiant.” He repeated.

I placed my right hand in his palm, but he shrugged it off and pushed me hard. I couldn’t tell what he was asking for, but I was willing to pay if he was asking for a ticket...

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